Night falls

From the time baby wakes, my day is packed with activity - a tiring cycle of feeds, playtime, diaper changes and patting him to bed for naps.

And when he's asleep, it is time for house chores and my own meals.

You would think that I'd look forward to him finally going to bed for the night, so that I may rest and do whatever I so fancy.

Well, you thought right. Once he's fast asleep at 8plus or 9pm, I shower, change into clean clothes (finally!), lie in bed and access the photo gallery in my smartphone. I spend my next hour or more looking at the numerous photos of him that I had taken that day, reminiscing our time together and wondering if he had enjoyed his time with me. 

And the more I do that, the more I miss him. So I tip-toe back into his bedroom to sneak one more peek at his lovely, sleeping face, perhaps lightly brush his soft cheeks, pat his tiny hand, and adjust his little beanie pillow across his belly.

And before I leave him side, I whisper one more time, "Who does mummy love, darling? You. Mummy loves you."